Category: Journal

Back in the early days of the X-Files, I could not get enough of it. I bought episode guides and magazines with even the vaguest article on the show. Then, each week, I would hardly be able to contain my excitement before a new episode was shown, carefully reading my episode guide so that I knew which regulars were invoved with the storyline. I even managed to get one of my friends hooked too and he’d be forever borrowing my carefully taped VHS copies which I’d make him promise to return in pristine condition!

Sadly the BBC started showing the series out of order, here in Britain, and I grew more and more frustrated with the fact that satelite tv viewers were a series ahead of the BBC anyway. My classmates at college would talk about episodes they’d seen, but I had only read about and I’d be so jealous of them. Seems like a crazy obsession now, though, because there are no TV shows I really care about at the moment. Nothing of the quality that both the X-Files and Babylon 5 were attaining back in the mid 90’s.

Why am I writing this?

Because I occasionally read a blog by a person called Alison and she’s written about her slight obsession with the show and went to the effort of making an X-Files page. For some reason she seems embarrassed about her fan page, but as it contains references to some of my favourite episodes of tthe show, I don’t think she should be too worried about it.

We’ve been experiencing some very blustery weather over the last few days here in the north west of England. On Monday night, as I drove into town to pick Fliss up from the station it was almost scary, the way the trees were bowing and the leaves rushed around in the night air, spiraling frantically with each strong gust.

As I got closer to the city center the leaves were joined by numerous plastic bags, soaring and swooping in the earie glow of the street lights like polythene spectre’s.

Once inside the shelter of the station, all was calm, as if the storm had suddenly died without trace. I began thinking that maybe the swirling leaves and litter had made the conditions seem much worse than they actually were. However, the howling wind on the return journey and occasional thunk! as a conker bounced off of the car betrayed just how forceful the wind could be out in the open.

You know that e-mail questionnaire you get every so often? The one that begs you to fill in the answers to semi-intimate questions and then forward it on to friends? There’s a question in that along the lines of; “Storms – cool or scarey?”

I always answer “both.”

George has a new car, the lucky devil – a foxy looking silver Mazda roadster. Truth be told, I’m a bit jealous – not that there’s anything wrong with my car… but his looks a lot more fun. ;o)